by CrazyTaraWitch » Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:51 am
I lived somewhere with my mom again, at one point the address was that of the house I group up in but I don't know that it was actually supposed to *be* that house, and there was someone psychotic either living or temporarily staying with us. I think it was supposed to be someone I know in real life, but I can't remember who. Anyway, she was at least borderline suicidal and at one point was trying to kill me, and though I don't remember thinking it was weird I apparently could kind of float and kept using that to avoid her attacks (I think she had a long knife, but it's pretty fuzzy), and I kept trying to convince her not to do what she was doing, to me and to herself. While trying to escape her I devised a plan that if I could lure her through a door and then get us turned around I'd be able to sneak back in a close the door so she couldn't get me, but rather than this actually happening the dream then switched completely, and I was getting ready to watch Gilmore Girls with someone (not sure who it was supposed to be, but I know I was friends with her in the dream). Then it turned out that girl was the SAME girl who had just been attacking me, so I shut myself up somewhere intending to call 911, but then I saw through a slightly-open door that the girl was calmly talking to my mom and I wasn't sure what to do. I went outside since the psycho was so close by, and decided to call 311 instead of 911 since that's for minor emergencies and the girl seemed safer now. (I don't know if 311 actually *is* for minor emergencies, but dream-me certainly thought so.) I tried calling, but accidentally pressed 211, then when I was trying to redial my mom and the psycho came out of the house. I exploded at them, wondering why they couldn't just stay inside and saying that I didn't want to be around the homicidal girl; my mom got completely pissed at me, saying that we should be trying to help her not judging, and finally saying she guessed I'd just have to wait to watch Gilmore Girls, like it was a reasonable punishment for being hostile to the girl who tried to kill me, but they did go back inside. I called 311, but it took me to my voicemail, where I had a seemingly important message about school stuff from someone I didn't know, and that's where the dream ended.
"To days to come."
"All my love to long ago.
I hope, we'll have more happy ever after
I hope, we can all live more fearlessly...
~Jas